Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Blog Tour: Consume Me

Faithful readers, if you have learned anything about me from reading this blog, you know that I enjoy reading novels that feature some hot headboard rockin'. The more the merrier, in fact.

So imagine my glee over Consume Me by Paige Matthews! Check it out!

The blurb:

Emma O'Connor's interest in bondage and
submission has led her to the training program at Devoured. With past sexual
experiences less than par, Emma wants nothing more than to submit to a Master.
With her need for pleasure and her desire to please, Emma finds herself
exploring the desires that have remained subdued; although unsure if she could
make a good submissive.

Marcus, the Dom in charge of the
training program at Devoured, is more than interested in the feisty submissive. When
Emma walks in for her interview, Marcus knows he's met his match. Consumed by
nothing but thoughts of her, Marcus begins to doubt his ability to stay in
control and his previous stance on collaring a submissive. Marcus finds himself
unsure of his feelings for Emma, and his responsibility to the other trainees.

When a threat surfaces against Emma and
her past comes back to haunt her, Marcus must admit his feelings for her in
order to protect her, or risk losing her forever.

Join Marcus, Emma, and the rest of the
Devoured Club Doms and Subs in the second installment of the Devoured Club
Series.

“Yes, sir, I am ready.” My voice
was full of need and desire. I felt the wetness drip down my legs as the
thoughts running through my head mixed with the musky
smell of my arousal. I heard Marcus walk toward what I believed was the bed.

When he returned, I felt the energy
surging between us. Marcus began to run the thick leather fingers of a flogger
over my ass and back; lightly caressing my skin and the insides of my thighs. A
shudder went through me as he pulled the flogger across my pussy. My body was on
edge, and I could feel every nerve end jump under my skin as the flogger ran
across it.

Marcus started to tease me, changing
the intensity of his motions; caressing strokes to lighter strikes. My mind was
slipping further and further into the euphoric space of the submissive.

“Sub, tell me why you hesitated
earlier in the lounge?” His voice broke through the buzz of the room. Marcus
ran his hands over my breasts, rolling them through his fingers, pinching my
nipples, the pain radiating out and down through my body, causing my pussy to
clench at his touch.

“Sir…I...um…” My voice broke as he
landed a light strike against my thigh. How
the hell did he expect me to think when he was making my body feel so good?

“I’m waiting, pet. Answer me.” His
voice full of demand; the flogger landing more forcefully on my ass.

“Sir…Public nudity brought back a
bad memory, sir. I’m sorry. I won’t hesitate again.” My voice was shaky at
best. Please, please don’t ask more. The
speed and rhythm of the strikes picked up, landing on my ass, back and thighs, sending
my body and mind back into that wonderful space. Marcus paused, and I dropped my
head on to his shoulder.

His fingers ran over my pussy,
finding the moisture that was still dripping down my leg. A shiver ran down my
spine. Oh God, please, please, please can
I come?

“We will talk about that in more
detail later, but one more question before I allow you to come.” THANK GOD.

“Yes, sir?”

Excerpt 2:

“What are you doing here, Marcus?” I asked as I made
my way around him to go and lock the door.

“I wanted to see you, Emma. Nothing wrong with that,
either.” His hand caught my abdomen as I tried to maneuver my way back around
him, pulling my back tight to his chest. “You smell good.”

I tried to pull away, but his arms held me tight. “I
smell like frosting, pastry and cake batter. But, hey, whatever floats your
boat.” I shrugged my shoulders as he let me go. I headed to the work
table to
put away the fondant pieces.

Marcus had stopped in the door way, and was now
leaning against it. The man was hot, and even though I tried hard to not let my
libido be affected by him, I failed. Miserably. His dark hair currently hung
down over his forehead into his eye, as he watched me place the fondant pieces
onto a cookie sheet lined with parchment paper. “Want help?” he offered
standing straight and walking toward the counter.

“It would go faster. Soooo…” I let the word linger in
the air. “Again, why are you here?”

“Well,” he started as he washed his hands and took
another cookie sheet from my pile, then looked around for the parchment paper.
“I wanted to see you. See if you maybe wanted to grab some food.” He looked up
at me, and I handed him the roll of parchment and continued placing my pieces
onto my sheet.

“I already ate, but thanks anyway.” I finished
filling up the sheet I was working on, and began toward the walk-in.

“Why are you being so cold tonight?” I heard him ask
as I entered the refrigerator. I paused before answering. Why was I being a
bitch? It wasn’t like we weren’t talking.

“I guess I just can’t read you, Marcus. One minute
it’s ‘I want to be professional’ and the next minute, you’re texting me all the
time, and showing up. It’s confusing, that’s all. And, to top it off, you
haven’t told me much about you.” I returned to the metal workstation and pulled
another cookie sheet. There were about three hundred fondant pieces that needed
to be put away. As I grabbed the

parchment paper, I turned, and walked into
Marcus’s rock hard chest. I hadn’t even heard him move to me.
“There’s nothing to be confused about, Emma. I enjoy your
company, and I want to see you outside of the club.” His hands encircled my
waist and pulled me tight to him. His fingers grazed my chin and tilted my head
up to look at him. “As for me, ask away. Anything you want to know, I will tell
you. But first…” His eyes bore into mine, and I felt the familiar buzz of
electricity hum between us.

Excerpt 3:

Marcus placed me in the middle of the king sized bed.
He moved back and swept his eyes up and down my body. My skin felt like it was
on fire, every nerve ending was alert and ready for his touch.I watched him as he shut his eyes and
try to regain control.

“Sir?” I asked with anticipation. I was hoping that
he would continue. I was as wet as a cat in the rain but happier than one. I
wanted him bad. Part of me knew that I shouldn’t let myself get too close – that
had ended badly once before – but there was something about him that drew me
right into the line of fire.

“Emma, you don’t know what you do to me.” His voice
was rough and his body was stiff. He got off the bed and walked over to the
armoire on the other side of the room. When he turned around, I saw that he had
a blindfold with him.

My pussy clenched in excitement. I enjoy being
blindfolded, and the idea of my other senses being heightened made my orgasms
that much stronger, well, at least the couple of times that I had agreed to it.
I watched as Marcus walked back over to the side of the bed.

“I’m going to blindfold you, okay?”

“Yes, sir.” I nodded and sat up so that he could
easily secure it around my eyes.

His hands brushed my hair out of my face and tied the
material tightly so that it would not fall down. His fingers lightly grazed
down the sides of my neck and over my shoulders before caressing the base of my
neck and the tops of my breasts. A shiver ran through me under his light and
seductive touch. It was enough to tease my skin but not hard enough to fully
acknowledge the motion.

“You are so beautiful.”

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Oh, HELLO. He had me at flogger. For reals.

While you read, play a little background music to get the mood.

Seriously. How fun does this look? Hot headboard rockin' and a mystery and a romance? And some SPANKY PANKY?